“We’re only a day out. You’ll be a student of the Edally Academy soon.” The guard passed Saydrie a jacket – it was in a dark purple, trimmed with red and teal. “Those are the Bitrani versions of your House colors.”

It was getting cold already, or at least chillier than Saydrie was used to in this season. He shrugged the jacket on, noting that the cut, too, was Bitrani – straight lines and symmetrical styling. “Bitrani?”

“Muted colors, nothing too bright.” The guard smiled in what was probably meant to be a fatherly way. “You’ll do fine, you know.”